110 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



in the midst of those lofty and elevated towers, 

 a palace presents itself unto us, immured with 

 rocks, and a craggy front, that with a haughty 

 brow contemns the invader. And where below 

 at those knotty descents, Neptune careers on 

 brinish billows, arm'd with Tritons in corslets 

 of green, that threatens to invade this impreg- 

 nable rock, and shake the foundations, which if 

 he do, he procures an earthquake. 



Am. This is the rock, and that which you see 

 elevated in the air, and inoculated to it, is an 

 artificial fabrick, invelop'd as you now observe 

 in the very breast of this prodigious mountain ; 

 which briefly, yet well enough, your observation 

 directs to, both as to the form, situation, and 

 strength. Moreover, it's a garrison, and kept by 

 the Albions, where formerly our friend Fcele- 

 cius dwelt ; who of late, upon preferment, is 

 transplanted into Ireland : however, Aquilla will 

 bid us welcome ; and, if I mistake not, he ad- 

 vances to meet us; look wishly forward, and 

 you'l see him trace those delightful fields from 

 the ports of Dumbarton. 



Aquil. What vain delusions thus possess me ! 

 nay what idle dotages and fictitious dreams thus 

 delude me ; if these be ghosts, which I fancy 

 men. O Heavens ! it's our friend Arnoldus, and, 

 (if I mistake not) Theophilus with him. Wel- 

 come to Dumbarton. 



